Timbaland - Pump It Up lyrics

[Missy Elliott] {Nelly} Hey yo, Nelly! This is fire {What you talkin' about, girl?} Let's make it hot for the clubs {Missy!} Wooooo! (*"This is fire!" cut and scratched*) [Verse 1 - Missy Elliott] Down South girls got them real BIG bu*tS Real big bu*ts make ya man wanna look (OH!) Back it up, flip it up, skinny girls - eugh! Love my guts, so f** a tummy tuck (Oh yeaaah?) Yeah! I shakes my bu*t I shakes my gut like "yeah, b**h what?" Yeah I likes it rough, tough Ask your man how I'm good in handcuffs Me and Nelly came to rock the club Pack the place, don't push or shove Out of the club, straight to the crib I'll let you know if the s** was good [Hook - Missy Elliott] + {Timbaland} Pump it up! {Show me love, G} Pump it up! {Let me see what you working wit'} Pump it up! {Let me see those big-a** hips} Pump it up! {Pump it up} This is how me and Nelly pump it up Pump it up! {Show me love, G} Pump it up! {Let me see what you workin wit'} Pump it up! {Let me see those big-a** hips} Pump it up! {Pump it up} C'mon [Verse 2 - Missy Elliott] DOWN SOUTH PLAYERS! WE GOT THAT FIRE MADE! Get up on my booty, tutti-fruiti on the rooty I'm a thick chick, skinny girls act snooty No matter what your size, my big thighs'll do my duty Look at the way my rump shake like a movie (SAY WHAAAT?) See my tight jeans and the coochie Spend a little looty, you gotta WORK for the booty (Yup) Me and Nelly HOT ON THE TRACK (Track!) Nelly, can't no-one EVER TOP THAT (Top that!) n***as we came to rock the club (C'mon!) DJs better Pump It Up Motherf**ers need to back it up Cause we gon' tear the roof off the club [Hook] (*beat stops, needle crackling*) [Missy] *talking* You know, Down South chicks got big a**es And we a little heavy sometime, but when You're from the South, we don't call that "fat". We call that "big-boned". Fo' sho (*scratching, beat starts again*) [Verse 3 - Nelly] Yeah, ma! I heard you like the magic stick Me? I got the gadget stick, it's like "Go, go, gadget dick" You know, make you climb the walls and sh** I make her wanna press pause and sh** Walk up in the party, girls swingin' they panties They was doing that before I had them brandys I get a little freaky when I'm in my yammy I may act a little fresh but I still got manners It's Nelly, felony, and Missy Misdemeanor Both going down, there's just to many heaters Check the records, we got records that broke records in record time I ain't talkin' about the records that they buyin' Lyin', can a n***a keep up with me? You see I, still standin VI stackin' the ride with me You struggle to recoup I struggle on which Coup' to ride in [Missy] See how we be stylin'? [Hook] (*"This is fire!" cut and scratched to fade*)